You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
D. H. LAWRENCEYou can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
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But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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